In the dark red sky, cold wind was swirling.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Two shadows, one in front and one behind, swept past the void.
"Real God Kong Ling, it is impossible for you to escape!" Jian Wushuang's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He was staring at the shadow in front of him which was escaping, and he had already used the Secret Skill of Dragon Blood.
"Jian Wushuang, I am not one of the Blood Emperor's men and I have never depended on the Heartless King. Moreover, I have never had any dealings with you before. Why must you be so ruthless?"
Real God Kong Ling's furious voice could be heard from the front.
"Ruthless?" Jian Wushuang laughed coldly, "Everyone, including you and I, have been thrown into the Sky Sword Prison involuntarily. I need to kill ten Real Gods so that I can leave. As such, I'm sorry!"
